Poezja

Fairground showman are joining another extinct species the dodo
built around the lives of real people, very dedicated to entertainment
nomads travelling the length and breadth of English countrysides
encompassing hidden mysteries, inventing unknown fascinations.

A kinetic pleasure a thousand years old, with beauty and simplicity
a tradesman's craft, spent creating such expressions, lost forever?
wonderful family pleasure we crave more, death defying magic feats
their solutions practical, an old enchanting and very unique culture.

The music sounding out above the screams of hidden mysteries
Freudian apocalyptic painted faces on creatures dominating rides
big wheel up! up! and away looking down, sweet candy floss stalls
the coconut shy the nut precariously placed to excite the thrower.

A carousel going round to the organ music, horses galloping merrily
roller coasters a reason for greater thrills, scream machines to enjoy
wow! the electricity created with bumper cars, each bullying happily
river caves unending, paddle flowing tubs, tranquil majestic scenery.

Children start with a toy to satisfy their initiation into the fairground fun
kids behold eyes darting here and there a wonderland, which ride next
come on boys and girls everyone wins a gold fish, no one loses here
live wall of death outstanding, gas filled coloured balloons, cuddly toy's.

Ghost train next with sticky strands, touching your face in the dark
skeletons appear out of the darkness, bony fingers stretching out
sounds that go screaming through you, creating a cold atmosphere
apparition twisting turning darkened tunnels, creating an Aladdin cave.

A big treat next on the menu, hot dog roll and onions, not to be missed
jellied eels, whelks, hamburgers, fish and chips, assorted game stalls
waltzer, octopus, paratrooper, switchback, rotor, cyclone, Astra glides
glorious fun of the fair, knocks and bruises worth the time and efforts.